Chapter 339 - 310: You’re Crossing the Tribulation Now?

Chapter 339: Chapter 310: You’re Crossing the Tribulation Now?

Everyone’s here?

It wasn’t just Chen Yin. Meng Qianxun, Meng Changtu, Chen Xi, and Xiao Chan all felt their hearts leap into their throats upon hearing this. The feeling was no less than being caught red-handed. ’Could it be? Does Thousand Eyes know something?’

Meng Qianxun forced a laugh and said,

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?"

He and Meng Changtu had inexplicably received a letter from Xiao Chan.

The letter claimed that a great disaster was about to befall the Meng Family. It stated that details couldn’t be shared in writing, so it specifically invited the two of them here to discuss the matter. Who would have known that just as they arrived, they would run into Xiao Chan, who had received a similar letter. The moment the three of them stepped into the Imperial Mausoleum, they were detected by Thousand Eyes and forcibly "invited" in.

Thousand Eyes remained seated cross-legged, his fingers tapping lightly on his knee. A smirk played on his lips. "I have gathered you all here. Do you truly have no idea why? Do you really think I know nothing? Stop playing dumb!"

With that, his gaze shifted to Xiao Chan.

"Xiao Chan, you go by the alias ’Hermit Fushan’ and reside in Jinyun Valley. Now you’re hiding in Hunzhou. No wonder the Primordial Sect could never find you."

"What do you want?"

Xiao Chan narrowed his eyes.

He had been summoned by a letter from Meng Qianxun, which mentioned an urgent matter for discussion. Now, it seemed the letter hadn’t been sent by Meng Qianxun at all, but by Thousand Eyes using his name.

Thousand Eyes ignored him and looked at Meng Qianxun.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, aren’t you afraid the Primordial Sect will exterminate your entire clan for associating with such a character?"

Meng Qianxun’s thoughts raced for a moment before he frowned. "Are you trying to threaten me with this?"

"That’s right. Xiao Chan is a rebel disciple of the Primordial Sect. The Old Ancestor himself issued a Pardon Decree: any cultivator within the Sixteen States has the right to kill him. Anyone who harbors him will be subject to the same rule! Your entire clan will be annihilated, with not even a chicken or dog left alive."

After speaking, Thousand Eyes gave a slight nod.

"However, if you all submit to me, this matter will naturally be dropped."

"Aren’t you afraid of the Primordial Sect’s retribution, Fellow Daoist?" Meng Qianxun asked, a smirk on his face.

"If you don’t say anything, and I don’t say anything, who will ever know?"

The eyes behind Thousand Eyes’s mask gleamed faintly. "In ten-odd years at most, we wait for little friend Xiao Chan to achieve Core Formation. At that time, I will step forward, we can arrange a reconciliation banquet, and little friend Xiao Chan can rejoin the Primordial Sect. All past grievances can be resolved."

Everyone’s expression changed. He had already planned out their entire future.

If they refused to obey...

Then they would face not only Thousand Eyes and the Ye Clan, but also the Primordial Sect looming over them! Within the surrounding Sixteen States, there were over thirty Golden Core True Masters and tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment Cultivators!

"Fellow Daoist, how do you know all of this?"

Meng Qianxun’s gaze sharpened.

It wasn’t just him; everyone was dying of curiosity.

Thousand Eyes just smiled without a word and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Chen Yin’s body trembled uncontrollably, and he let out a loud retching sound.

The violent nausea made Chen Yin feel as if he were about to vomit up his very Divine Soul.

Then, under everyone’s astonished gazes, a thick black smoke suddenly poured out from his seven orifices. The smoke quickly gathered in mid-air, forming a giant face—the face of Thousand Eyes.

"Is it clear now?"

Taking in everyone’s expressions from the corner of his eye, Thousand Eyes chuckled softly.

"When did this happen?"

Chen Yin collapsed to the ground, glaring resentfully at the smoky face in the air.

"It began the moment you started your cultivation. I am aware of everything you do. I thought you would be a little smarter than your ancestors, that you could at least live peacefully for a thousand years."

Thousand Eyes himself didn’t speak; instead, the face in the air did. It was even shaking its head.

BANG!

Before the words had even faded, Chen Yin raised his hand and blasted it to pieces.

The black smoke dissipated, turning into specks of light that vanished inch by inch. But then, Chen Xi, who was standing to the side, also coughed up several plumes of black smoke. The smoke converged once more to form a face, and the voice of Thousand Eyes rang out again:

"It seems I was wrong from the start. The Chen Clan is just born rebellious..."

And it didn’t stop there.

From outside the main hall, waves of retching could be heard. In an instant, the voice of Thousand Eyes seemed to overlap, coming from all directions as if it were omnipresent.

This bizarre scene made everyone’s heart sink.

Clearly, they had underestimated the methods of a Golden Core True Master, especially an old monster who had lived a second life and was two thousand years old. The entire Imperial Mausoleum, every member of the Great Chen Race, was one of his spies.

"Sigh. What a misfortune for the family. You can guard day and night, but it’s hard to guard against a thief from within."

Withdrawing his gaze from Chen Yin, Thousand Eyes looked at the others and spoke with sincerity,

"Fellow Daoist Meng, Xiao Chan, Meng Changtu, if you are willing to pledge your allegiance to me, I will never hold your past actions against you. The siege from the Ye Family, the pursuit from the Primordial Sect—I can block it all for you."

He hadn’t wanted to play this trump card.

However, Chen Yin’s rebelliousness was too strong, even more so than the previous few generations. This made Thousand Eyes realize that after a thousand years of suppression, the Great Chen Race could no longer be held down.

Similarly, Chen Che and Meng Qianxun were also showing signs of becoming uncontrollable.

Those two had made it clear they intended to fight the Ye Clan on their own, without relying on him. He, on the other hand, still needed to go to the Black Tortoise Calm Sea. If that trip took seven or eight years and they managed to achieve Core Formation while he was away, he would lose his chance completely.

"And what if I am unwilling?" Meng Qianxun said flatly.

"Then I will have no choice but to act and kill you all. Afterward, I will report to the Primordial Sect and have your entire clan exterminated."

Thousand Eyes’s words were calm, but they seethed with killing intent. No one doubted that he would do exactly as he said.

"Sigh!"

Meng Changtu and Xiao Chan couldn’t help but look at each other in dismay.

At that moment, Meng Qianxun let out a long sigh. At the same time, a black shadow shot out in an instant, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long black glint that ruthlessly stabbed toward Thousand Eyes, who sat beneath the Divine Statue.

"It seems you have made your choice!"

Thousand Eyes remained seated, unmoving. He raised his right hand slightly, and a black fog rapidly formed, hanging in mid-air.

SIZZLE!

The Blood Python Queen Bee’s Long Spear collided with the wall of black fog in mid-air, sending sparks flying and creating a continuous, piercing sound.

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Attack now!"

Seeing Thousand Eyes so easily block his attack, Meng Qianxun roared.

’Twice, Chen Yin had sought me out to deal with Thousand Eyes, but I refused both times. Now, however, I have no room left for hesitation. There are only two paths before me: swear an oath with my Divine Soul to serve Thousand Eyes forever... or be utterly erased along with my family.’

"BOOM!"

Before his voice had even faded, everyone present attacked in unison.

With a wave of his hand, Meng Changtu charged forward on his Black Tiger, brandishing a Black Blade. A green, twin-winged Flood Dragon Snake coiled around him—it was the Green-Winged Flood Dragon. After all this time, it too had entered the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Xiao Chan grasped his Soul-Calling Banner. With a flick, the banner unfurled like a battle standard, fluttering loudly. Countless souls surged out from it, engulfing the tip of the banner like a black tide and instantly transforming it into a hundred-zhang-long Black Spear.

Chen Xi formed a Seal Technique, and with a wave of his great robe, hundreds of Black Beads flew out in a neat volley.

Chen Yin didn’t wait either. He pressed his palms together, then abruptly pulled them apart. Two Scale-Armored Demon Dragons seemed to leap out from the space between his hands. At first, they were the size of small snakes, but they expanded wildly upon contact with the air, growing to over a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.

With a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection and three Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators among their ranks, the entire group attacked in unison. The resulting power was terrifying to behold.

"BOOM!"

Amid the colossal roar, the entire grand hall exploded. The dome was instantly blown off, and the walls shattered into pieces.

With a loud ’CRACK’, the black fog barrier in front of Thousand Eyes shattered under the force of their combined assault.

"A good chance!"

Chen Yin’s eyes lit up, and the others couldn’t help but reveal looks of joy.

Without the slightest hesitation, they charged forward. From a distance, they looked like several streaks of Escape Light descending from the sky, converging from all directions.

However, that trace of a smile had just appeared before it froze solid. The motionless Thousand Eyes slowly extended his right hand and simply pressed down. From high above, a black, scaled claw descended with almost no warning.

"THUD!"

The two armored Flood Dragons that had broken through the black fog barrier were instantly smashed down from mid-air like giant boulders falling to the earth.

The Flood Dragons were slammed heavily onto the ground, causing the surrounding area to collapse completely. The sets of Scale Armor, which Liang Yuan and half of the Jinyun Valley disciples had spent months forging, shattered into pieces with a series of sharp cracks.

Their bodies were snapped in two, like limp little snakes. Even as puppets, they could no longer move.

At the same time, Thousand Eyes waved his sleeve, flicking his hand as if shooing away a fly.

"RUMBLE!"

The power of a Golden Core True Master was immediately apparent. With a mere lift of his hand, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was forcibly drawn to him. It transformed into a colossal force, like the push of a Divine Spirit’s palm, and swept straight out.

The Black Tiger beneath Meng Changtu instantly exploded into a mist of blood. The countless souls on Xiao Chan’s Soul-Calling Banner shattered in an instant. Following that, everyone’s attacks were smashed to smithereens by this single wave of Thousand Eyes True Master’s hand.

"Get back!"

Meng Qianxun pushed out with both hands, shoving everyone apart.

However, he himself failed to get away. His body shuddered as his chest caved in, a Hand Seal bulging from his back. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.

"This..."

The others landed and scrambled to their feet. When they looked again, they couldn’t help but gasp. A mark now stretched across the entire Imperial Mausoleum. The mark was about a zhang wide and several zhang deep, extending from before Thousand Eyes all the way to the horizon.

Facing this overwhelming force, Meng Qianxun had borne the brunt of the attack. He was sent flying and now knelt on one knee, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood as his aura rapidly weakened.

"This is a Golden Core?"

Chen Xi said in disbelief.

’He finally understood why his ancestors had been so obsessed with achieving Core Formation. If Meng Qianxun hadn’t intervened just now, they would have all perished here. But without a Golden Core cultivator on their side, who could possibly withstand Thousand Eyes’s assault?’

"Sigh!"

Just then, Chen Yin let out a long sigh and slowly stepped forward, positioning himself in front of the others.

"You slave, you still haven’t given up?"

Thousand Eyes looked over with a smirk. "Today, I will utterly erase the Great Chen Royal Family and support a new line of mortals to take the throne. I’m sure many would be willing to take your place."

"My ancestors were bewitched by you and served as your tributors for a thousand years. In exchange for wealth and glory, they condemned our descendants to generations of servitude."

Chen Yin slowly raised his head, no longer bowing and scraping as before. His voice suddenly became firm and powerful.

"With my generation, it is time for this to end."

"On your own?"

Thousand Eyes was utterly unconvinced. He raised his hand, about to annihilate this disobedient slave, body and soul. But suddenly, he sensed something. He snapped his head up, and the look in the eyes behind his mask turned extremely ugly.

"You’re going to attempt Crossing the Tribulation now?"